The Bee: A Collection of Poems, Chiefly Designed for the YoungJoseph Blundell, 187, Great Britain-Street, 1828 - 180 psl. |
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... the Evening Verses for the New Year Virtuous Youth and Cheerful Old Age Value of Time Verses for the Morning 63 42 133 170 171 172 " Why yield to Grief , " We are Seven Wisdom 59 123 128 THE BEE , & .c . CHILDREN COMING TO CHRIST viii.
... the Evening Verses for the New Year Virtuous Youth and Cheerful Old Age Value of Time Verses for the Morning 63 42 133 170 171 172 " Why yield to Grief , " We are Seven Wisdom 59 123 128 THE BEE , & .c . CHILDREN COMING TO CHRIST viii.
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... praise abroad , And would my infant pow'rs employ To serve and please my God . How many children are On beds of grief and pain ! They hope and wait for health and ease , But hope and wait in vain . Oh ! may I ne'er forget My God so good 22.
... praise abroad , And would my infant pow'rs employ To serve and please my God . How many children are On beds of grief and pain ! They hope and wait for health and ease , But hope and wait in vain . Oh ! may I ne'er forget My God so good 22.
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... grief I feel , And spread my sorrows at his feet . Yet I must weep : I cannot stay These tears , that trickle while I bend , Since thou art pleas'd to take away So dear , so very dear a friend . And now I recollect with pain The many ...
... grief I feel , And spread my sorrows at his feet . Yet I must weep : I cannot stay These tears , that trickle while I bend , Since thou art pleas'd to take away So dear , so very dear a friend . And now I recollect with pain The many ...
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... grief to bear . GRATITUDE TO TEACHERS . Оя smile on those whose time and care Are spent on our instruction here , And let our conduct ever prove We're grateful for their generous love . Through life may we perform thy will , Our humble ...
... grief to bear . GRATITUDE TO TEACHERS . Оя smile on those whose time and care Are spent on our instruction here , And let our conduct ever prove We're grateful for their generous love . Through life may we perform thy will , Our humble ...
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... grief and sorrow , The man that laughs to - day , may weep to - morrow ; Nor dream of joys unmixed here below , No roses here but what on thorns do grow . Scorn this deluding world that most bewitches , And place thy hopes in ...
... grief and sorrow , The man that laughs to - day , may weep to - morrow ; Nor dream of joys unmixed here below , No roses here but what on thorns do grow . Scorn this deluding world that most bewitches , And place thy hopes in ...
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betimes bless'd blessings blest bloom bread breast breath bright burst of joy child Christ creature darkness dear death delight divine dwell earth eternal ev'ry everlasting fair faith fear flow'rs forgive Gittite give glory GOLDEN MEAN grace grief happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope humble immortal Jesus land lawless range light little maid live Lord will provide morning mortal Mother mourn ne'er Negro Boy never night o'er pain path peace perfect law pleasant spring pleasure poor porringer pow'r pray prayer pride reign reign o'er rest rich rise Saviour shine sight sing sinners sins skies sleep smiling soul spirit spread star star of Bethlehem sweet Teach tears thee thine thou art thought throne thy love Thy mercy thy praise truth Twas Twill vex'd voice vows to thee wakes the dead wings wisdom word youth
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